I will take the Ring", he said, "though I do not know the way.

Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.

Far more often [than asking the question 'Is it true?'] they [children] have asked me: 'Was he good? Was he wicked?' That is, they were far more concerned to get the Right side and the Wrong side clear. For that is a question equally important in History and in Faerie.

Handsome is as handsome does

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.

For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.

Do not spoil the wonder with haste!